Chapter: 70: All Black
Sophia tightened her grip around Damien's waist as she helped him into the hotel lobby. She struggled to move him as his whole body weighed down on her smaller frame. Damien had drunk more than he would have liked because of his jealousy towards Ethan and Elena's unanswered calls. Sophia seeing Damien in that state decided to use it to her advantage.
" H-how can she ignore me," Damien complained, his fingers clenching into weak fists.
"Why didn't she ask… me for help? Doesn't she know I can do anyth… her," his complaint continued.
"Forget about her she doesn't care about you, Damien," Sophia chimed in her voice hypnotic. And before she could say another word Sophia received a light slap on her lips.
Damien had slapped her.
"Stop talking nonsense. You're annoying," Damien said to Sophia as they staggered to the hotel room. At Damien's words, the ugly look on Sophia's face resurfaced.
Damien mumbled more, something incoherent, his head lolling to the side. His usually sharp, intimidating presence was dulled by the alcohol. Using the key card Sophia had gotten in advance the two entered inside the room and she kicked the door shut as she led him to the bed. Damien collapsed onto the mattress, groaning as his head spun.
She smirked, seeing her plan coming together. This was too easy.
Slowly, she slid off her outer jacket, letting her dress slip slightly down her shoulders. She ran a hand through her hair, tousling it just right before kneeling onto the bed beside him.
"Damien," she whispered seductively, running a hand down his chest. "Let me take good care of you tonight…"
Damien stirred, his brow furrowing. His hazy gaze flickered to her, and for a brief moment, he seemed to be trying to focus.
"Elena?" His voice was hollow and uncertain.
Sophia bit back her frustration and leaned closer. She was on a mission and was ready to do anything to see it through. And if it meant pretending to be Elena she was willing. "Yes, baby, I'm here."
Sophia came closer placing her lips on his, but the moment her lip brushed against his, he tensed up. Damien's hands with haste came up pushing her away despite his intoxication.
"No… you're not Elena." He shook his head, struggling to sit up.
"Baby you're just drunk. Let me help you relax," she said, her words coaxing as she tried unbuttoning his shirt.
"I said No. Have some self respect," he added shoving Sophia off his body as he struggled to stand up.
Sophia tried to pull him back onto the bed, but Damien gritted his teeth and pushed her away. His balance wavered, but he caught himself against the nightstand. "No…I said no."
He swayed slightly as he moved toward the door. "Don't follow me. I'm going home to Elena," his words came out slurred but firm.
"Damien… don't you get it?" her voice now desperate, dripping with fake concern. "Elena doesn't care about you. She didn't even check on you tonight. She's probably with Ethan right now, laughing, forgetting you exist."
Damien halted but soon continued staggering towards the door. Even at her words, he paid Sophia no mind.
Panic flared in Sophia's eyes. She had never been this humiliated. Her plan was starting to fall apart. Damien was supposed to be too drunk to resist and if he left now, everything she had done all up till now would be for naught.
Desperation took over, and before he could reach the door, Sophia took a hold of a heavy glass vase from the nightstand and swung it hard against the back of Damien's head.
"Ahhugh," Damien let out a grunt as his hand slipped away from the handle of the door, staggering in pain before he crumpled onto the floor, unconscious.
Sophia breathed heavily, her heart racing.
What had she just done?
But then, a slow, satisfied smirk curled on her lips as she watched Damien's slumped body.
"Sorry, Damien," she murmured, crouching down next to him. "But I can't let you go that easily," she added, her hands gently grazing his cheeks.
"If only you wanted me instead of that stupid woman." Her voice now etched with annoyance.
All this started as a job, a mission that Sophia was obligated to accomplish in order to get recognition, but in the course of getting to her goal, she found herself falling for her target.
How ironic.
She worked quickly, dragging Damien back to the bed and stripping him down to his boxers before slipping out of her own dress. Positioning herself beside him on the bed. She was going to kill two birds with one stone.
Achieve her mission and get pleasured.
Just as she was going to go ahead with having her way with Damien a call came in.